There is bile waiting to flow
from my throat and spill
down my shirt
at your infantility.
It's hard to choke it back
down so often but
we both know
this history too
will have an end.
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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August
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- Conversant
- marathon
- The Philosophers Hand
- Refocus
- What is there left to do with the ashes smokin...
- The Choice Was Made
- Bruised Flesh
- SOMETIMES THERE IS NOTHING WORTH FIGHTING FOR ...
- an empty space where there was once a place.
- Blasting Concept
- Her Name Was Katy
- Sea(m)s
- Yes, I Still Love You
- Future Cartography
- You, My First Love
- The Heart & Mind are far more violent than an...
- The Past is a dead hand. The Present marvels at...
- Just On Hanging On
- Cryptomnesia “when a forgotten memory returns with...
- It All Goes Away
- bile
- An Early Evening Late In The Summer
- DO YOU THINK THE SAND EVER WONDERS WHERE THE T...
- A Fork in the Garden
- Sieve
- Un Ours Seul.
- A Form of Salvation
- Our lives are filled with seasons, with leaves gr...
- i found no answers while looking in your eyes you...
- What do you dream about when you wake?
- In the morning when you wake
- Howling Beast
- Deal
- The Cruelty of Routine
- A Collection of Short Bits
- wrecks
- The Means of Definition
- RE: Time
- locationlocation
- Good Thoughts
- How We Change, How We're Always The Same
- fill the emptiness with meaning? how easy it is to...
- The Density of Meaning
- One Hot Afternoon Nap (Draft 2)
- "Don't Wake Me Up Cause I Will Want It To End When...
- A Common Exchange
- It is never all darkness nor Is it ever all l...
- minor complications
- Hero's & Villains
- The night is a story that writes itself.
- The mess becomes part of the process.
- Know You
- Do the leaves suffer as they wilt and fall?
- Logical Progression
- irrational
- filling in space
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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